Disclaimer: Charlaine rocks, but I ain't her. In other words, I'm borrowing these guys. Hope you like. It's my first, so proceed accordingly. Man, I do wish that were me in her shoes.

Chapter Fourteen

The next thing I knew, I was up against the wall beside the leather couch, breathless and half out of my mind with the pleasure running through my head and my insides. My girly parts were singing praises operetta style to my sexy Viking, and he hadn't even punished me yet. I caught my breath, and said the only thing I could manage in a situation like this- "how bad it is?" I wanted to know. I knew it was going to be crazy, but how bad seemed like a fair question. All six foot five inches of solid muscle was pressed against my waiting body in warning, and his Gracious Plenty was now hurting my belly button. His blue eyes blazed, his fangs completely down, his hair wild, and his hands were on either side of me as he pinned me up against the wall. He smelled me appreciatively, groaning to himself.

"You want me" he growled. Well, no shit. I thought he was about to say something groundbreaking, like informing me of what punishment I'm in for. The music outside was a steady beat that I could feel with my back against the wall. I felt his foot shove my left leg apart. He was still looking at me like I was lunch. I trusted him still. I decided to tell him I wasn't afraid of him, and that I wanted it like this. I decided action speaks louder than words, and remembered that right now he didn't want anymore talking. He was so close, I couldn't use my hands, so I used the only thing I had available. In one solid movement, I bit down hard on his pect, above his nipple. I bit hard, and drew blood. I latched my mouth on, and treated it like I would have treated something else if I could have reached it. I pulled at the wound to give him some pleasure with the pain, which succeeded in getting the message across that I was up for the punishment. He yelled out at my action, and took my hair in his hands and moderately yanked my head back to look at him. He took his finger and wiped the bit of blood from the corner of my lips, smearing it across my cheek. Holding my hand in his very large one, he turned my check to the other side, and with his other hand, began running his hand along my neck. I could feel my vein stand out from the pressure of the angle my neck was in, and before my brain could connect the action to the thought, he bit me-hard. Eric had always been gentle when he bit me, but I had awakend the other side of him: the one he tried to control with me. I felt the hard stab at my belly button get much more uncomfortable, so I bent my arms up just enough to take hold of him, and steer him away from my stomach. I would have a little bruise there tomorrow. I rotated my hands on him, twisting at the top and coming back down, and back up again. I did this for only a couple of times, and then I felt myself being pulled off the wall. I flew around and was now facing the wall. He was licking my neck to stem the flow of the blood I could barely feel trickling down my neck. He lifted my hands high above my head and plastered them to the wall with one hand. The other hand was trailing up and down my back and my butt, and around to my breasts, pulling and pinching at my nipples. "Ow, shit!"

"What?" he whispered from behind my back, into my hair near my ear. It was a very dangerous tone, and I could get from the bond instant feelings of dark arousal mixed with pleasure and satisfaction.

"What, my lover? Speak up" he breathed. His hands got rougher, as he massaged my breasts a little harder, more urgent. He pushed my legs open again with a foot, and his hands left my body. I could feel him brushing himself to my back, then down to my butt, and then underneath me to the wet mess that was begging for him. Now that he was at my entrance I wanted it. I wanted him badly. In a very bad way. I didn't want to be the cat anymore. I didn't want to be smug. I just wanted him to punish me.
"Please" I heard myself say. Bad, very bad.

"What?" he said, pretending he didn't hear me. Oh he heard me. He could hear a mouse pissing on a cotton ball from down the street. "Pink?" Oh you gotta be fucking kidding me. He was now teasing me worse, running his tip from front to back, and I was crossing my fingers he wasn't going to initiate me like that just yet. Maybe another time, but I guess if he was going to, he was going to.

"Pink shirts? No," he said in a carefree voice, "no, I just don't think pink would do...it would make people think too much about your wet pussy hiding under those short black shorts, don't you agree, lover?" Oh, my knees about gave. He had never talked about my girly parts like that. "Hmmm?" he asked, knowing full well I felt the same way he'd felt earlier-I don't give a fuck.

"Pink's fine, Eric, red- whatever you want!!" I yelled a little too loudly at him against the wall. I was hoping no one was sitting at a table on the other side of that wall.

"Oh," he said like he was stalking his prey now, who was backed into a corner (or up against a wall, it so happened). "Ohhh, so.......whatever I want, lover?" He pushed just the tip inside me, and made me scratch at the walls with my fingernails, which was all I could grab because I will still pinned to the wall. He pulled out again and went back to mercilessly rubbing himself everywhere but where I wanted him.
"Whatever you want, just stop holding out on me, please" I begged him. "Please, you're torturing me."

I could just feel the smugness coming through the bond, almost as strongly as his arousal.

"I'm going to make you pay for that display in front of Pam....I'll not live it down, you know how she can be. She loves to torture me." Back inside me just the slightest bit again, uhhhh. "Besides," he started, and then I felt him slam into me hard, burying himself to his stomach against me in one thrust......."you know you were asking for it.......you wanted me to fuck you hard. I could feeeel it." He slammed into me again, keeping my hands up high above my head, grabbing my ass with his free hand to grant himself deeper access. Not satisfied with the angle, his hand grabbed under my thigh, and gently put my leg on the arm of the couch. I was now spread wide open, with him pillaging me from behind mercilessly, and he was driving his point home effectively. I heard him growling with pleasure, and some of the dark intensity that I felt moments ago was now changing to affection and desire. He was punishing me, and he was enjoying it immensely. He also knew I was as well. I arched my head back to him, and said in my best bad ass voice possible, "I want you to show me why no one else will fuck me or touch me from now on." Ooh, he wasn't expecting that. I got an extra hard slam that time. I was going to hurt like hell when this was over. My arms were getting sore, and my legs were trembling again, like earlier tonight. But the pleasure was overwhelming me, and I could feel my insides swelling and gripping him tighter. I could feel it coming. I was going over the edge any second. I was rising, rising, rising, and he could feel it.

"You are mine" he yelled loudly at the ceiling, and increased the strength of his thrusts. His hand reached under my leg and his fingers rapidly massaged my nub. I felt him beside my ear, and heard him whisper as I started spilling over the edge, "I will be gentle next time, but right now, I want you to tell me what you want." I wouldn't need to, I was going to explode. But, the punishment continued. He abruptly pulled out, leaving me shocked with the cold empty air between my thighs. My frustration went through the roof in a millisecond. I could feel him at my back, wet, waiting for me to tell him what I wanted. I wasn't going to play this shit anymore. He wins. I win. Everybody wins if he would just "put your fucking cock back inside me and fuck me until I come, and I am NOT FUCKING AROUND ANYMORE ERIC FUCKING NORTHMAN!!"

"Mine" he growled, and he slammed back into me hard. He released my hands and pushed me gently forwards over the couch arm. Now i was bent over, and his length was killing me. But oh so good. I cried out, half in pain and half in desperation for him to finish me. In and out, in and out, and oh my God was I glad I grabbed his cock in front of Pam. I was rising again, rising, rising, and suddenly I was flying over the edge and screaming something very loudly. I could hear him yelling something in another language, one I've heard before. I felt him come inside me with impressive force, not stopping, but slowing down gradually as our orgasms finished racking our bodies with immense pleasure. He was rubbing my butt gently and very lovingly, and I felt he was very happy and satisfied right now. He remained inside me for a few moments, and then slowly withdrew. I always hated that part. I felt so empty when he left me. When you're filled up with his Gracious Plenty as I call it, you do not want that taken away. But my legs were killing me, and the soreness started setting in deep inside me where he had pillaged so very nicely. He moved to the couch and sat down. He gently pulled me down to lay across his lap. He stroked my hair, and leaned his head back against the couch.

"Lover, you have surprised me tonight more than you know." He looked back down at me, and his brow did a funny little furrow thing. I was wondering what he was thinking.

"What?"

"You are sore. I pushed you too far. You need me to heal you." He said it like he had examined me, and decided that I just been fucked really hard by a really strong, well-endowed hot piece of ass. Which, I had.

"I am sore, yes. And that sounds really good right about now." I wanted that healing offer. Why the hell did I always balk at stuff like that? Who wants to feel bad, hell, I want to feel good right now. And that huge asset of his just pillaged the shit out of me. I needed it. He slid out from underneath me and put his arm around my back. Sliding me up further on the couch, he knelt down in front of my face. He kissed me like I was the most valuable thing in the entire world, and smiled at me as he moved down to my lower body. He cut his finger with his fang, and proceeded to massage his blood into my very sore insides. It didn't take long to work, and before long, I was sighing with relief. He walked over to the closet, and pulled a blanket off the top shelf. He spread it over me and said, "lie here for a bit." He walked into the bathroom and washed me off of him, and came back to put his clothes back on. He looked at me and smirked. Asshole. Fucking smug ass. He knew he'd punished me well. He knew he had done well. But, I smirked back. I had gotten a rise out of him,and pushed his buttons in new, good ways. He raised his eyebrows at me as if to say, rematch? I laughed and turned my face into the couch, throwing my arm over my eyes.

"I'm going to take a nap until you close. Stick a fork in me. I am done." I groaned and turned to peek at him. He was still smirking, but was looking very happy and content at the moment. I wanted to let him know I enjoyed every second of it. I didn't want him to start wondering if he'd went to far. I could tell that was not the worst he could do, by far.

"Thank you. You punished me well, by the way."

"Oh, I know. Who's your daddy?" he laughed as he flew over to the door, knowing I wouldn't take that lying down. He stuck his tongue out at me (?!) and shut the door.

Sneaky asshole. He knows I'm naked. I can't chase him out there, let alone catch him. I'd remember that. Fuck it, I'm passing out happy.